Remembering Elvis, 1935-1977
Has it really been almost thirty-two years since Elvis died? I remember it like it was yesterday, that August day when I heard he was gone...I was eight years old, sitting watching the big console television at my mom's house. From that point on, I have been fascinated by the man, the myth, the mystery that was Elvis. Before he became a bloated caricature of himself (still with talent like none other), he was the epitome of cool.
Today he would have been seventy-four years old, had the ravages of excess not overtaken him. A truly cautionary tale for today's young stars who believe they are six feet tall and bulletproof.
